Republic of China

Chapter 390 Blood-soaked Armor

In this Shura field that was destined to be unknown to ordinary people, both the enemy and the ally in the courtyard had already gone blood-thirsty, with white sand soaked in blood and stumps of arms and limbs.

Xie Jiumin felt that with every breath, his lungs felt like they were being torn apart in pain, and the blood from his damaged internal organs that had been choked into his trachea flowed out of his nostrils.

When you get old, you have to accept your age.

Twenty years ago, most of these Japanese devils should have been killed.

He really wanted to carve out a way for his granddaughter and grandson-in-law, but he was old and his damn hands couldn't stop shaking.

Zhang Xiaogou wrapped a cloth around his knife-holding hand and chopped left and right, and it was completely impossible to tell that he was a seriously injured young man.

But everyone present knew that this boy was overdrawing his life in his final struggle.

It was not until the deafening explosion forcibly dispersed the murderous intent that was almost impossible to resolve between them.

The sound came from the roof of the main hall, with tiles flying everywhere, and several low chanting sounds were heard in between.

An orange light suddenly appeared and disappeared.

Then came laughter and cursing with a strong Qilu accent.

"Fuck off, you're still a bitch!"

Cherry, wearing a small hat, had already moved away from the 'explosion' area. She flicked the dust off her tuxedo. She had a bit of an idol image, but she didn't take the three Japanese soldiers who were on high alert in front of her seriously at all.

Onmyoji.

seen.

When I was a child, a few Japanese devils came to visit my grandfather. I was young at the time, and because I was given a few picture books, I had a good impression of these foreign "friends". I didn't understand why my grandfather wanted to drive them away.

It was not until the next day that I found out that they were trying to spend a large sum of money to buy the Yanshu treasure that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Che family. Seeing that my grandfather was determined, the damn guy actually chose to use force in the middle of the night.

Why did I find out only the next day?

Because my grandfather said that the walls would be pasted with paper during the Chinese New Year, the Spring Festival couplets pasted that year were particularly strong and were not blown away by the wind and rain for a year.

This was not the main reason why I hated the little devils, but the picture books I was given were so vivid. I followed the principle of sharing good things, so I went to share them with the daughter of the widow Wang at the village head.
Then my grandfather hung it on the clothesline to dry for three whole days.

"Three Hundred Japanese Sexual Techniques"!!!
Until now, whenever Cherry thinks of this, she grits her teeth.

What kind of nice person would give this damn thing to a four and a half year old kid?
Of course, the most important thing is that Cherry is angry at the viciousness and cruelty of these Japanese devils, the rickshaw boy who died tragically earlier, and the antique shop master who was silenced now.

Bullying?

What a coincidence! I’m stronger!

The three Yin-Yang masters saw that the visitor had ill intentions and the magic they used was particularly strange. Most importantly, they had only seen photos of Zhao Sanyuan and others before taking action. They were also very sure that this group of people were all in Su Luo Garden, and Lord Tsuchimikado would never let them leave.

But who is in front of me?

A strong Qilu accent. Didn't Zhao Sanyuan and his group all come from outside the Great Wall? Where did this Qilu expert pop up?
Although they were confused, the three Onmyojis exchanged glances and tacitly decided that without any further testing, they would just go all out to kill the man to ensure that the mission went smoothly.

Because he was not killed even after being offered several 'orange stones' just now, it was enough to show that he was not as exaggerated as he looked.

Soon, an Yin-Yang master came shaking something similar to a prayer wheel, making hand gestures with his right hand and muttering something.

The Yin-Yang master beside him put his hands together, but between each fingertip were strange stones of different colors and sizes, rubbing against each other.

Behind the two of them were waving large white coins, which looked a bit like the soul-guiding banners used by the Yanhuang folk at funerals, except that they were more fragmented and larger.

Obviously, this group of people were working together to perform some kind of magic.

Bits of snow fell on the outer coat of the cherries, and without warning, tiny flames ignited. Little by little, they gathered into a large number, and in the blink of an eye, the cherries were wrapped in a net of fire.

The danger lies in the fact that what is burning is the vitality of the target. If you hit it, the flame will only burn more and more vigorously, and it will be difficult to blow it out in a short period of time even if you use the Xun Talisman. Once this method is used against someone who is unaware of the danger, he will be strangled to death on the spot by the fire net.

"Performing magic tricks with Grandpa?"

In the fire net, Cherry put one hand in his pocket without panic, and turned up his hat with the other hand. The next moment, a pair of wooden frogs appeared on his shoulders, with red faces and golden bodies. Let's call them little frogs for now, but they were particularly majestic in the reflection of the firelight.

The eyes of the frogs rolled around, and after each aiming at a spot where the fire was burning, they suddenly croaked and started sucking in the air rapidly.

The originally dense fire collapsed in an instant and was gradually sucked into their mouths.

Before the three Onmyojis could react, not even a flame was left for them. Finally, the two frogs made a sound similar to thunder in their stomachs and turned into two pools of quicksand.

"That's all you're going to do? What a waste of grandpa's treasures."

Cherry sneered, but in fact he was very scared in his heart. If he was a little slower, he would be burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

This pair of fire-swallowing golden cicadas is a new gadget he had just tinkered with in recent days. He had originally planned to find an opportunity to fight with Zhao Sanyuan again before the New Year, and then use them to deal with Ye Huo. However, he did not expect that these little Japanese devils were not simple, so he had to use them in advance.

The first attack was thwarted, but the three Onmyojis remained unmoved, and their curses became more and more rapid.

suddenly!

The Yin-Yang master, who was rubbing the strange stone, spat out a mouthful of blood. He covered his chest in pain. Before he could say a word to his companions, he saw a hand protruding from his chest. The bright red nails were so captivating, forming a sharp contrast with the Yin-Yang master's white hunting clothes.

This Yin-Yang Master was no different from a hand-torn duck. He was broken into seven or eight pieces without any warning in front of everyone.

Amidst the bloody storm, there was a lazy and seductive female moaning voice.

"Ah~~~"

On the rotten body, stood a pure woman sucking blood from her fingers. Strictly speaking, she came out of the body of the dead Onmyoji.

At almost the same time, Cherry also felt extreme danger.

After the snow water that had been melted by the fire flowed into the cracks between the tiles, he did not see the snow water flowing like life until a mud coffin exploded under Cherry's feet.

"Hey, he's going to die!"

She dodged in time, but Cherry's lower limbs were pierced by the tiles that were blown out, leaving wounds all over, and her big toe was exposed from her shiny leather shoes.

Everything happened so fast that neither side was prepared.

After they realized what was happening, they immediately kept their distance on the roof and remained alert.

Only the mysterious woman walked up to Cherry with a smile on her face, put her arm around her shoulders and flirted with her, also speaking with a strong Qilu accent.

"The weather is just right, let's go back to Gahuo. We haven't practiced any of the moves in the book yet~"

Cherry's eyes were complicated, seven parts reminiscence, three parts helplessness, and ninety parts doting.

"Didn't you read the fight? If I had known I shouldn't have let you read those crappy books when you were little, I regret it now."

"Okay, let's kill those idiots and go back to live, right?"

"Can you please stop saying 'gahuo' all the time, young girl?"

"Isn't it for your own good that you made this for me?"

Cherry almost choked to death over these words.

She was created with some intention in mind. After all, you can deceive your brothers, but don't deceive yourself.

But in all conscience, it's definitely not just for survival.

You are my most proud work. Although it is still a semi-finished product, it is already a formal Yanjia.

"To be honest, I don't want you to get your hands dirty, but there's nothing I can do. These little devils are very evil, and other weapons are probably useless."

The innocent girl's smile continued, her eyes fixed on the slowly opening clay coffin, but her tone was completely different from before.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. If I were still alive, I would be an assassin who inherited my mother's business and trades in human lives. It doesn't matter who I kill. So after this, we can just live together, right?"

(End of this chapter)